I am. . . .

I am adrift in a turbulent sea of bemusement. Actually, I'm. . . not going to insert some more torrid prose here and I have no idea what this sign is trying to imply. What I really am doing is writing to confess that I have made an impulse decision on invitation from a blog-friend. At the last minute, I signed up to do NaNoWriMo, the masochist's writing exercise promulgated on the blogosphere. So I and several zillion other crazed wannabee writers have signed up to do the triathalon of typing, 50,000 words of prose, with or without metaphors, to be completed by the end of November 30. The result, if I'm still sane, would be my longest piece of writing since the completion of my not-so-literary thesis dissertation which had something to do with genes and chromosomes if I remember correctly.
The next great American novel? Not too likely. But this will possibly tell me if I have 50,000 words still left in me. The good news is I had a fragment of something I wanted to write waiting for me. So I started with around 1100 words and an idea I like. The bad news? There are 29 days left to go. More good news? I made today's goal of 2000 words. So here I stand (or sit) at 3555 words and counting. Stay tuned.
If I lose ground on the blogging and picture taking front, you'll know why. You can also hold me accountable. No quitting or I will be shamed in front of my entire blog reading world! I still haven't decided if I am going to post more about my planned novelistic enterprise. Stay tuned.